Khenal's Autobiography
Hmm, that sounds a bit pretentious, what do you think Book? Things have settled into a comforting rutine: I start my day training with Captain Starkey, have lunch and do whatever odd jobs need doing, and then finish with a short patrol of the surface. I got to train a war dog over the last few days, though I don't know how much "war" it actually has in it. I like to call him Lil' Urist.
Khenal's Debrief
Honeybadger Pegasi. The Captain, Otik, Lil' Urist and myself rushed out to meet them. Oh, Lil' Urist. The badger pegasi tore him limb from limb. When I saw them covered in his blood, something clicked in my head. All the training the Captain had been trying to drill into me suddenly made perfect sense and time seemed to slow. I could see everything. Teeth, going for my throat, pivot left and set spear. Straight in and out, don't want it getting stuck. Duck under the hooves coming for my head, spear in the exposed stomach and slash out; no bones to obstruct it. I could see the Captain and Otik fighting as well, and they were having no trouble. Back to my foes. When it all was said and done, I had accounted for five of the invaders and had only a chipped hoof for my troubles. Charity told me to have it checked in the hospital, but I wanted to get this written before anything else. The Captain says debriefs should be done asap.
Khenal's Book
Something odd is going on. When I asked Thunder Splinter about the wing extensions, she felt they were a lost cause. She suggested painting them and setting them somewhere as decoration, and I think I'll try my hoof at that if we ever get paint. However, after seeing Dr. Friesden for my hoof, I had this strange dream. I dreamed I was falling, which is silly. I spread my wings and glided, though I couldn't seem to gain any altitude. I drifted down and came to a soft landing and just looked around, and then I noticed my wings. The extensions were back. Rather, new ones were attached to my wings. These looked like they had been more carefully crafted, though they still chafe. Yes, chafe; present tense. When I awoke in my bed, those extensions from my dream were there in reality. I took them off and sat confused for a while. Who would make these things? Who
could make these things? Why? I think I'll ask Thunder Splinter about them when I next see her, maybe she made them?
Khenal's Book
I think I like simply calling you my book, Book. It's so relaxingly informal. The caravan arrived today and I got to try cooking. The recipe I found looked odd, but we had the ingredients easily at hoof so I tried it. I thought cupcakes needed flour, but they apparently can work with tallow. Who knew? I don't think they turned out bad, they looked like the picture at least. Charity sent them out with the caravan as a gift to the princess. Are princesses allergic to puppy tallow?
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Khenal, the unassuming guineapig
I'll edit in pics of the new ponies once I do them
Here's the other two, since BowlSoldier did his
Ironya
Pillomino
I noticed that Cinderspark and Pillomino are practically twins. The only physical difference in their descriptions is how they have their hair done, heh.